Something about this sink, at the end of a dock, surrounded by standing water, captured my imagination. Perhaps its the raw utility of a sink propped up on 2x4s? Or maybe the slow but inevitable encroachment of nature and the elements?
Two colorful buildings break the monotony of the grey and brown cityscape surrounding them.
Early morning fog clings to the far shore of the bayou.
As long as I can remember my uncle has been fixing up old cars. On a recent visited to his house I spotted the remains of this ’56 Chevy just when the evening sun was getting low in the sky and casting that wonderfully warm light.